Title: Intersection Author: nevdull (nevdull@mailcity.com) Rating: NC-17 Category: R/H Spoilers: None. Archive: Yes, anywhere. Notes: Thanks to JET, as usual. More notes at the end. Summary: A short little thing about two little dreams. "Mulder, I can't believe you're suggesting that this entire town is surrounded by a, a what? A 'somnatory field'? Whatever. A big, swirling, glowing something linking people's dreams together. Yeah, right, 'manifests their subconscious desires in a shared post-conscious medium'. What? No, I don't think that clicking sound is someone on the line -- half the phones in this motel are rotary and the wires are probably seventy years old. Look, I'm hanging up and going to bed, and if I share my post-conscious with anyone, I'll let you know." Two hours later, Scully was dreaming. She was first aware of his scent; that familiar masculine odor she'd always been able to detect moments before he appeared. Then, as always, the touch of his hand on her neck, circling but ultimately avoiding the sensitive scar. In her usual scenarios he then traced a line down her spine, causing her dream-self to shiver with the contradictory sensations of chills and spreading warmth. This time, though, his hand moved around her front, spreading his palm and passing it over both breasts simultaneously. Impossible, perhaps, even with his large hand, but this was her domain and the sensation was overwhelming. Scully threw her head back, resting it on his chest. When she opened her eyes, she was looking up into his face, which held a curiously gentle expression she'd never seen on him in the waking world. With his other hand he pulled her back against himself. Strange that in her own dream, she should be completely naked while he was fully clothed. The rough texture against her bare skin was stimulating, but it was no longer enough. She pulled away and faced him. His soulful expression lurked behind long, soft bangs -- it was always this sexier cut in her fantasies. He started to speak, but she put two fingers on his lips. This wasn't a dream about a conversation. This was a dream about action. One hand still on his lips, the other reached for his belt. In that same motel, Mulder was dreaming. I want to kiss you but you're restraining my lips, first with a touch, and then with the maddening distraction of fingers on my belt. You're flailing, which is strange since you usually do this with perfect skill in my dreams. I think in some way you want me to forget about the scar, which I reached for but didn't touch. It fascinates me in a way that I also find sickening. A physical manifestation of the ephemeral forces I've pursued -- a kind of proof -- yet at the expense not of me, the truth-seeker, but of you. I don't even realize I'm delivering another vapid soliloquy until your lips have closed around me and you've sucked conscious thought right out of my fucking brain. At first I'm closing my eyes against the flood of sensation, but then you get into the rhythm I like and I'm able to think again. I look down at your bobbing head -- neck bent to the task -- your naked shoulders, your bare chest. Distantly, I study the scar, and even as the familiar shuddering begins I understand that this is my own fantasy, and if I want you to be whole again I only need to will it so. I catch a glimpse of your now-unblemished flesh as I release myself, and then fall into your arms. Mulder awoke to the sound of the ringing phone, and knew it was Scully. . . . . It was the sound of the tape recorder auto-starting that startled him from his desktop nap. He could hear them murmuring to each other, both through the surveilliance speakers and through the paper-thin motel walls. He began to resume his dutiful note-taking, pausing first to scratch absently at the scar under his prosthesis. Fragments of his strange dream unexpectedly surfaced. Krycek put down his pen and murmured incredulously, "_Both_ of them?" -------------- Author's note: I guess the only thing that's accurate about the "category" is the slash. Sorry for the surprise -- I was feeling duplicitous. Most others here are safe: http://members.tripod.com/nevdull/